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One of my earliest childhood memories is the day I toppled
down the stairs when I was just three years old. I was so upset that I cried
non-stop for almost an hour, despite my parents' best efforts to comfort me.
It was only when they offered me ice cream and chocolates that I finally
calmed down. Thankfully, I wasn’t hurt.
Life was carefree and joyful before I started school. I had wonderful
neighbors, and we played together from morning until evening. We would dress
up as cowboys and Red Indians, riding happily on our tricycles. There were
always plenty of games to keep us busy.
When I turned five, I had to attend kindergarten, which was a big challenge
for me. In the beginning, I found it hard to leave my mother each morning
and be surrounded by strangers. I would cry and cling to her, much to my
teacher’s frustration. However, as time passed, I made new friends in class
and soon found myself enjoying their company. Eventually, I even looked
forward to going to school every day.
I still remember the days when I was learning to ride a bicycle. I fell many
times and often ended up with bruises, but I never gave up. With
determination, I finally succeeded and was able to join my friends as we
rode happily around the neighborhood.
One of my fondest memories was the end-of-year concert at kindergarten. I
was chosen to play Jack in the play *Jack and the Beanstalk*. I felt like a
little celebrity that day, receiving many compliments for my performance.
Looking back now, I realize how wonderful my childhood was. Sometimes, I
wish I could relive those precious moments all over again. |
